Paroles de Evensong

The day is over and still so heavy on the mindIn flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellowTo join the frowning cactus crowdFinding flowers even there to flutter round

I thought, isn't mother grand? the way she flies and fliesInto the sting of the cold and the prick of the barbed wireIsn't mother grand to gladly fly and swiftly flyInto the sting of the cold and the prick of the barbed wire

The day is over and still goes passing through the mind:In came glowing, smiling mother, sure and kindTo rouse us, to give ourselves out and to cryBirth to warm intentions, worthless otherwise

Oh, the lives that brush against us, pass us by and byThe friends who may or may not come if we would first inviteOh, to open doors, to always gladly fly and flyInto the sting of the cold and the prick of the barded wire